Nick, ‘13

I gotta chill with the videos; its been ages since I wrote to you guys.

Dear Prospective Students (and other people who read this bad boy for kicks),

The vids idea was a great one, though. I’ll pat myself on the back for that, but I miss this sometimes. Although, my purpose is to please you guys. Your happiness is my happiness. What do you cats like better? Posts or videos? Regardless of what you think, I’ll continue to mix the two.

I wonder if readers I gained during the Video Age like videos better and if the peeps who have been with me for the past 30 months (M.C.K.A. 2 and a 1/2 years) like these traditional ones better. No matter, both are doing well.

Actually, the real purpose here is to make the masses of juveniles entering the collegiate process interested more so in University of Richmond than anywhere else. My first post… actually my second post ever was about my first day at Richmond. Coming back from Australia just a couple days back makes the beginnings of freshman year seem oh so long ago. My crazy adventures at Richmond have lead me to love the joint and my job is to convey that love in both written and spoken word to you guys, the target audience, the seniors in high school, the future.

College admission is a scary process, well maybe not scary, but certainly a metric tonne of work. I wish you all luck as you endure, but enjoy applying and visiting where you will be spending the next four years of your life. It’s not all about the academics, my friends. It’s up there but far from the only important thing. You live where you go to school, for the majority of the year. Choose somewhere that feels good. You can’t base your decision on numbers in a magazine or website or whatever. You gotta go. Sprint out in an open field on the campus and just lie in the grass. Look around. If you couldn’t live there, don’t.

That’s what Richmond felt like for me.

Honest Advice from Nick “Honestman” Candido.

I could write a book.

Alright. It’s a rule of mine that I can only be serious for 3 minutes. Also, “M.C.K.A.” means

so use it if you like, but remember, you heard it here.

I was going to add something dumb to make this post more fun and lively, but I write these things on the spot, spontaneously, impromptu, from the top of the dome, so in reality… I’ve got nothing.

How about… this picture:

Oh! I know what I can do. I’ll answer the recent FAQ questions asked of me. I’ve had a couple, but they’ve slowed down since the page’s introduction. If you don’t know, Nick and the FAQ is a place where I answer any and all questions asked of me by anyone via comments here or on the facebook page. Have a ball with these questions and if you wanna see the ones already answered, the link is on the right column for “Nick and the FAQ!”

Dodgy Dave asks: “If you could make an Ultimate Animal of your own, what would it be?”

Ultimate Animals are in reference to this video which Dave thought was really funny (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBkipKFocT0), but this kid also loves the Simpsons, so… don’t expect anything great. Since you’re all not gonna bother watching that video (or now maybe you will because I just said you wouldn’t), it’s about a bunch of dudes trying to make the greatest animal ever by fusing aspects of all other animals into one almighty being.

The video came up with this answer:

But I think I am the Ultimate Animal.

Dalton asks: “There’s this chick at the pub and shes really hot. i try my luck and start dancing. its not going well so i pull out the dance that gets all the ladeez, the one i call “The Guns”. And yes! It works! She starts dancing back! I wink to my mates, they wink back, the sure sign of the success. Even better, I am clapped! Never before has such a dance been seen by these people. The hot chick responds, doing a sort of wrist-based dance, like waving away. For five passionate minutes, time seemed to slow down, as if I’d really been rocketed out past the pull of Earth’s gravity (where according to theory ma diggle of space-time, time slows down in areas of low gravity). I was literally on the moon - I had pulled this hot chick, the hottest chickiest on the whole wide world. Or so I’d thought. I whispered the good words in her ear, but, to my dismay, she shook her
head. No. She wasn’t going be my hottiest chickiest. Honestman, what did I do wrong?”

I wish someone would actually ask a question about the school…

Warm Regards,

 Nick Candido
nicholas.candido@richmond.edu